Ah, Fuck It.

"By the way Mark, what was up with that toy gun you were pointing at me before we came upstairs?"

"Bwah?" Not exactly your most eloquent moment.

"You know, that thing that looked like a prop from a canceled show that would have aired between creature feature movies. You were pointing it at me like you were going to blast me with gamma rays or something." Jessica said as she straddled your hip, reaching for your worn dick.

Maybe it's because you're drained. You've never thought the term "fucking exhausted" could be so literal. Maybe it's because Jessica has her small hand around your sticky, spent cock, holding it gently, but with just a hint of an implied threat. Maybe it's because despite the reality of your day since you got home, you still don't fully believe the fantastic things that have happened.

Whatever the reason, you decide to tell her the truth, at least as how you know it. You tell Jessica how you found the gun, how you changed the former neighbor boy into Jackie the schoolgirl, then into Jacalyn the maid, the cop, and then both blonde and brunette Jennifer. You told her your theories on how the switches work, and how there is a lot you don't know about the gun.

About halfway through your story, Jessica gets off you and begins to lazily stroke her slit as she listens. She even has some question for you, where you found, it have you tried it on yourself, or anyone else, stuff like that. You're not sure, but it seems like she's very intrigued by what you're saying. Even possibly, a little excited.

"You don't mind if I don't believe you, do you? You just told me that when today started, I was an out of weight college dropout wannabe frat boy. To my mind, I have always been, well me. I've lived next door to this house my whole life, until I went away to college to get my business degree. With my distant father and overworked mother, and my nerdy awkward sisters. I am just having trouble believing what you say. I thing a demonstration is in order. I have a theory of my own." she says, as she leans into you, with a conspiratorial look on her face. She may not believe you, or your story, but she is in a mischievous mood.

"I want you to go get the gun, and I want you to turn both switches to Δ. No, don't worry, I'm not going to use it on you...yet. Go get the gun, and your phone. I'll fill you in on the rest when you're back."

As you head back downstairs, you cannot help be a little worried that you're walking to your own funeral. But, she never said anything about giving HER the gun, and you're still incredibly curious about how the gun works, and why you remember the changes, but the target doesn't. Hopefully you don't regret looping her in on this. You grab the gun out of the freezer. Yes, the freezer. Who would have thought to look there? And with equal parts excitement and trepidation you head back up to your room.